Borrowerwd thoughts
We are born empty shells, Shaped by voices around us. Kind of just products Of other people’s experiences. The “me” version exists But it’s not something I am born with, It’s something I grow into, Layered by lessons I didn’t choose. While it’s true one can choose to break free And shape their own path, That choice itself is often Planted by someone else’s story. “Me” and “you” are the echoes of what we endure, Created by the chaos around us. Wandering in borrowed thoughts, Searching for a voice We might one day call our own.
